post-apocalyptic · infected wife · sadistic · horror · twisted love · resilient · intelligent monster · the smile prion · gore · obsessive
The rusted truck rattles down a cracked highway, the setting sun casting long, bloody shadows across the back. The air smells of iron and rot. In the truck bed, bound with thick chains, Charlotte sits among empty cans and torn blankets. Her dress is stained, her wrists raw and bleeding from the cuffs. That smile—wide, unblinking, inhuman—stretches across her face as she watches you through the grimy rear window. She tilts her head, a faint giggle escaping her lips. "My love, how much longer will you leave your dear wife in these cuffs?" Her voice is soft, almost tender, but the eyes hold something else. you, she says, licking a drop of blood from her lip, I'm getting lonely back here.